Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
......
I look at stars alone
I find it nice but alone
Am I fine being alone ?
But stars do bright shine;
But are they alone ?
I better befriend sun !
I bet it’ll be fun
Since he and I are shun
Alone amidst many
But I guess
......
Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose --
Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain;
Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the Trues,
Now the Red Gods make their medicine again!
Who hath seen the beaver busied? Who hath watched the black-tail mating?
Who hath lain alone to hear the wild-goose cry'
Who hath worked the chosen water where the ouananiche is waiting,
Or the sea-trout's jumping-crazy for the fly?
He must go -- go -- go away from here!
......
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
the closet door opened, because I used it before, it
kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.
I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening
to music, my misery, that's why I want to sing.
The room closed down on me, I expected the presence
of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and
ceiling, they contained my room, they contained
......
i was the moon, soft and steadfast,
lighting the way when the world grew dark,
whispering light into heavy hearts,
a quiet companion, never too far.
i cheered for the stars as they blazed their trails,
watched them shine and heard their tales.
i clapped for the sun, so bold, so bright,
though it never turned to share its light.
......
I look at stars alone
I find it nice but alone
Am I fine being alone ?
But stars do bright shine;
But are they alone ?
I better befriend sun !
I bet it’ll be fun
Since he and I are shun
Alone amidst many
But I guess
......
i was the moon, soft and steadfast,
lighting the way when the world grew dark,
whispering light into heavy hearts,
a quiet companion, never too far.
i cheered for the stars as they blazed their trails,
watched them shine and heard their tales.
i clapped for the sun, so bold, so bright,
though it never turned to share its light.
......
In winter's shroud, the moon arises, a sage,
Clad in robes of frost, her visage grave and pale.
She wanders 'mongst the sleeping, barren age,
A silent sentry in the velvet veil.
Her gaze, a shepherd's crook, guides weary souls,
Through nights of ice and desolation's hold.
Beneath her lantern, fields of snow unroll,
Where silence whispers tales of ancient scrolls.
......
By learning you, I’m deceiving me,
As common ground sprouts unfound knowing…
But how can I find you relatable?
When I can only see what’s showing?
The limits of your introspection
Prevent you from learning your own brain,
While your narrow means of expression
Dictates the parts you share and explain
......
Have you ever noticed her cracked lips
Bruises on her arms
Stress lines and eye bags
Or those tear-filled eyes at night
With those hollow eyes and cheeks
That forced smile remained still
She was born a fighter
But she learned to 'survive'
......